The Internet is a wonderful thing. Without it, I would
never have been invited to become a member of the 21st Century
Poets—an online group of writers who started a forum wherein we posted bits and
pieces, chatted back and forth, and generally communed with others of our ilk.
It was a small group, more of a cluster, really, but boy, did we jam up
cyberspace with our bounty. The forum was a safe place to exchange ideas, ask for reviews,
assistance, advice, and assurance on things we had already done, and experiment with things we wanted to try. It was the most convivial,
supportive, and creative group I have ever been a party to, and I miss them
all—except Nicole, who was a founding member and remains my sister in
propinquity—dearly. Nic might even remember this story, posted in installments
as I wrote it, with neither revisions nor any idea of what was going to happen
next.
At the time, I was writing the Julian stories and
watching reruns of Miami Vice. Ter and I have all five seasons on DVD,
since we were too busy living life on Friday nights to be home for the series
in its heyday. It was more inspiring without commercial breaks, anyway. I adore
what Don Johnson did with Sonny Crockett, and since I am usually inspired by
actors, rock stars or both, I decided it would be fun to write a vampire with
attitude.
Enter Ariel Black, a blood hunter as different from
Julian Scott-Tyler as burlap is from cashmere. He’s cynical, savvy, abrasive,
and cursed with a set of morals that most of his kind abandoned long ago. His
world also differs from Julian’s in that he operates among knowing
mortals—vampires are an emerging reality that we are just beginning to accept.
Black has figured out how to live among us without posing a threat, but when a
determined mortal woman shows up with a proposition for
him, he is forced to reconsider his position …
Part one of eight goes up tomorrow. Enjoy.
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